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Are You a Trifling Christian?

Another year was ending and our women's Bible class was holding its annual end-of-season luncheon. Those across the table from me were voicing their regrets that we wouldn't be meeting again until September.

Silently I breathe a sigh of relief. I'm not sorry, I thought. It will be good not to have to drive the bus next week.

I was responsible for driving the church bus to pick up the elderly women who wanted to come to Bible study and were unable to drive. They were sweet as could be and they expressed their appreciation and love each week, but I was tired of the responsibility. I looked at Janie and thought how nice it would be next year to go to class in my own car like she did and not be responsible for anyone but myself.

I was constantly worried one of the women would slip and fall or get hurt in some other way. They were so gentle and frail. It was always such a relief to get them safely back into their homes.

We finished the luncheon and loaded the bus to make our return trip. Coward that I am, I didn't tell the teacher she would need to find a new bus driver next year. And I certainly didn't tell my passengers. As each one got off at her home, I received an especially warm hug and thank-you for the year's work. I was beginning to feel more guilty, but still I determined to retire from active service.

During the summer, my husband and I took a trip one Sunday and we stopped in a little village to attend worship services. The crowd was small, but the preacher was dynamic.

He encouraged—no, he demanded—that everyone present "lift your drooping hands and strengthen your weak knees" and get busy with the Lord's work. "Don't be a trifling Christian!" he exclaimed.

Was I planning to become a trifling Christian? The thought was most unpleasant. I didn't want to be a trifling Christian; I wanted to lift my drooping hands and strengthen my weak knees and get to work.

I was glad I had told no one of my plans to retire from driving the church bus. I already knew that come September I would be behind that steering wheel again—a driving Christian, not a trifling Christian!